ALPHA

Cruel

"Ghost."

I wake up to Peter shaking me and whispering frantically.

I open my eyes and look at his worried expression. But he's not looking at me, he's looking at the window.

I shift my head to the window and see what has him worried.

An Alpha.

My body tenses as I slowly shift to get up.

The alpha is in his rut, I can see it in his eyes.

"Peter why didn't you close the blinds," to whisper not taking my eyes off the Alpha, his scent pouring in.
Woodsmoke and gunpowder.

It's the one from the tree.

"I forgot about this one," Peter answers back as I take slow steps to the window.

I make sure not to look into his eyes, knowing what might happen if I do. Looking into the eyes of a rutting alpha will make them think you're challenging them or that you're willing to be their partner for their rut.
I am doing neither.

His scent gets worse as I get closer to the window and reach for the cord to close the blinds and something tells me to look up.

My eyes betray me just as I grasp the small rope. My gaze finds his steel blue.

My body goes ridged.

It feels like he's staring into my soul.

His scent seeps though the cracks in the walls, hitting me hard.

No.

I yank the cord and make the blinds drop, blocking us from him.

His scent still invades my senses and I hit my knees.

"Ghost!" Peter crouches next to me, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I answer light headed, "I just need to go back to bed."

"Let me help you."

He helps me stand straight and get back to my bed without falling over. A low growl sounds from outside the window.

The sound reverberates through my body and threatens to send me into an early heat.

There's a hurried knock on the door.

"It's me," Clint says from the other side.

Peter quickly opens the door.

"There's and alpha on the window sill," Peter starts, "she went to close the blinds and then dropped."

Clint quickly comes to my side, pressing a hand to my forehead.

The growl comes again and it sends a wave of something I've never felt before through my body.

"Make him go away," I whine.

God I sound pathetic.

He looks at Peter then looks at the windows before getting back to his feet. I turn my back to the window as she opens the blinds so I can't see the damned alpha.

"You know the rules of the Omega House," Clint says firmly, "you need to leave. Now. You're upsetting one of the omegas."

The alpha growls again and that stupid wave washes through me again. I whine like a pathetic pup.

No.
Go away.
I don't want a fucking alpha.

I want to reject the bond, but my body refuses.

"Make him go away," I whisper, curling into myself.

There's a huff, then the sensation is gone.

A moment of silence passes while I regain proper control of my limbs and mind.

"Hey Pete, could you give us a sec?"

"Yeah."

I can hear him shuffle out the door, closing it behind him.

"Ghost?"

The side of my bed dips and I can feel the warmth from his body.

"Here," he sets my little bear in front of me.

I take it in my arms, pulling it snugly to my chest.

"Thanks."

"You okay?" He rubs my shoulder a bit.

"I've never felt like that before," I whisper into the fur of my bear.

"I know, it's cuz you've never seen your alpha before."

"I don't want an alpha," I squeeze the bear more.

I can feel Clint's confusion.

"Why? Alphas look after their Omegas; feed them, house them, love them. They pamper them," he gives my shoulder a light squeeze, "I would think you would want nothing more than that after being on the run for so long."

"No," my voice shakes, "Alphas do no such things. They keep their Omegas by them at all times, on leashes like pets. They expect pups wether the Omega is ready or not. Alphas are cruel."

I scoot away from him, implying that the conversation is over. He gets the message and gets up from my bed.

"You can come neck in, Pete," he says once he opens the door.

I hear Peter shuffle back in.

"Is she okay?"

"Yeah just let her sleep it off."

The door closes and Peter quickly settles in his bed.

The stupid Alpha's scent still lingers in my nose.

I hate Alphas.

Clint's POV
I head down the flights of stairs, sitting on the last few and huffing a sigh.

No wonder she ran. I would have too had I lived in the south regions.

There's a firm knock on the door.

I wait a second and it comes again. Quickly, I get up and head to the door. I open it a crack and see an alpha glaring at me. He's the one from their window.

"Give me my Omega," he growls.

"I can't do that, and you know it," I deadpan.

"Give her to me," he bangs his fist on the door.

"She claimed sanctuary," I retort, "some of your Betas were after her. And I definitely won't be handing her to you, not after what she's experienced."

He gives me a puzzled look.

"She ran from the southern regions, and based on what she said, I would assume the far southern regions," I explained, hoping he would back off.

He doesn't.

"I don't care," he pushes on the door, "bring her to me or I'll get her myself."

"And that is why she doesn't want an Alpha."

He freezes.

The threat of rejection is terrifying to even the toughest of Alphas like him.

"Go home, Bucky," I snap him out of his trance, "let the poor girl sleep."

He huffs then turns away from the door.

I close it and lean my head against it.

That poor girl. Of all the Alphas, it had to be him. She needs to get out of here as soon as she can once her heat is over.

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